Sofia is becoming very independent. She loves to try to do things herself and will get really mad at us if we try to help her. Like really mad. Like running full force at us screaming “I DOOOO IIIIITTTTTT!!” mad. Please, try not to laugh. That makes her run screaming at us too. It is so hard. I remember being little and hating it when adults would laugh at me. They were mocking me for sure, I thought, and I wanted no part of that. They would say it was because whatever I did was cute but I knew better.
Anyway, the bean, in her quest for independence, has become very resourceful. She carries around her “stoold” wherever she goes in the house so that she can reach what she wants. She never asks for help, the only sign that she was there, trying to reach something, is that we run into her “stoold”. We are used to them being in the bathrooms, so she can reach the toilet or the sink. We are not used to them next to the bookshelf, by the refrigerator, or in the hallway next to the lightswitch. Not so bad unless you find the stool in the dark. With your foot. At 3am. All joking aside it almost always puts a smile on my face to see it. It means she is getting bigger, doing things on her own, and feeling confident in her abilities. I know that reaching what she wants is great for her and makes her feel good to do that on her own. Almost always. Not at 3am. At 3 am my face looks like this: